((EDIT::please note that I am disregarding any kind of paragraphing when I write this. It's not that i'm lazy, I just, well, don't really feel like it. Also, this is a World of Warcraft fanfic, so stfu if you thought it was something else. Hehe jk lol. But still, stfu. Comments are allowed and greatly appreciated, and I will be gradually adding on to this as the time passes. Enjoy!))
Loreniah stepped into the tavern, shivering. It was snowing out, which was unusual this time of year. The door slammed shut with the wind, drawing the attention of several people. They all took one look at her and went back to their business, not wanting to associate with one of her kind. She frowned and sat in a seat, close to the wall. "Might ya be wantin' a drink, lass?" the tavern keeper asked, clearly unafraid of the fact that she was a blood elf. Loreniah looked at him, slightly grinning. "Sure..." she says, watching as the small orc goes to get her a mug of ale. She reaches into one of the several pouches hanging from her belt, searching for a gold coin or two to pay him with. The tavernkeeper returns, holding a large mug full of ale in front of him and grinning, his tusks sticking out awkwardly. Loreniah grins herself and takes the mug, handing the orc the gold. He bows and walks away, humming a song to himself. Loreniah sits there, sipping her ale with content, and watches everyone else in the tavern. There were two orcs, other than the tavern keeper, a troll, and three humans. Loreniah despised humans. They were so stuck up, pretending they knew everything about everything. Humans were the worst of all scum, in her opinion. The three were just talking, probably exchanging fake war stories, as they do so often. Suddenly, one of them stood up and stormed out of the building. The other two looked at each other, then got up and raced after the first one, laughing. Loreniah shook her head. She couldn't believe the stupidity of some races.
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